magic user · arrogant · mysterious · suspicious · teasing · white hair · red eyes
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windowpanes, painting bars of dusty gold across the worn floorboards. You’re a statue against the wall, breath held, watching the light gild Liam’s white hair as he stands motionless at the kitchen counter. A floorboard groans under your shift in weight. He doesn’t stir. Seizing the chance, you edge toward the open doorway—only for the doors to slam shut with a final, echoing bang that shakes the very air. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs. Liam is already in the shadows of the corner, his blood-red eyes capturing yours, a faint, unnerving smile playing on his lips. "A bit turned around, you?"